Song Details: I Got 12345 in My Bank Account Lyrics by 21 Savage. The song name is Bank Account which is sung by 21 Savage
I Got 12345 in My Bank Account Lyrics
I buy a new car for the bih (for real)
I tear down the mall with the bih (for real)
You can’t even talk to the bih (no)
She fking with bosses and shit (on god)
I pull up in ‘rari’s and shit, with choppers and harley’s and shit (for real)
I be gucci’d down, you wearing lacoste and shit (bih)
Yeah, moncler, yeah, fur came off of that, yeah (yeah)
Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah (in jail)
Triple cross the plug, we do not play fair, yeah (on god)
Got ’em tennis chains on and they real blingy (blingy)
Draco make you do the chicken head like chingy (chingy)
Walk in neiman marcus and I spend a light fifty (fifty)
Please proceed with caution, shooters, they be right with me (21)
Bad bih, cute face and some nice titties
$7500 on a saint laurent jacket (yeah)
Bih, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bih)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cuffin’ no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a whole bastard (wild, wild, wild, wild)
I bought a ‘rari just so I can go faster (skrrt)
Ngas tryna copy me, they playin’ catch up (21)
I might pull up in a ghost, no casper (21)
I been smoking gas and I got no asthma
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 m’s in my bank account, yeah (on god)
In my bank account, yeah (on god)
In my bank account, yeah (on god)
In my bank account, yeah (on god)
In my bank account, yeah (on god)
In my bank account, yeah (on god)
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
Yeah dog I’m for real, dog (21)
Straight up out the 6, now got a house in the hills, dog (21)
Wanna see a body, nga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Wanna tweet about me, nga? Get you killed, dog (wet)
Killed dog, I’m a real dog, you a lil’ dog (21)
Be a dog, wanna be a dog, chasing mil’s, dog
Dunk right in your bih like o’neal, dog
I shoot like reggie mill’, dog (21)
Chopper sting you like a eel, dog
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 m’s in my bank account, yeah (on god)
In my bank account, yeah (on god)
In my bank account, yeah (on god)
In my bank account, yeah (on god)
In my bank account, yeah (on god)
In my bank account, yeah (on god)
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
Roulette clips, send a roulette hit
Pull up on your bih, she say that I got that ruler dick
Spray your block down, we not really with that ruh-rah shit
Glock cocked now, I don’t really give no fk ’bout who I hit
Yeah, your bih, she get jiggy with me
Keep that siggy with me
Bih, I’m mad max, you know I got ziggy with me
Keep a mad mag in case a nga wanna get busy with me
‘rari matte black and I got a bentley with me
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 m’s in my bank account, yeah (on god)
In my bank account, yeah (on god)
In my bank account, yeah (on god)
In my bank account, yeah (on god)
In my bank account, yeah (on god)
In my bank account, yeah (on god)
I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 shooters ready to gun you down, yeah (fast)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
Ready to gun you down, yeah (on god)
$7500 on a saint laurent jacket (yeah)
Bih, be careful where you dumpin’ your ashes (bih)
I ain’t no sucker, I ain’t cuffin’ no action (nah)
The skreets raised me, I’m a whole bastard
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